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Mar 2019
i think about you perpetually.
your name floats through my head
your face painted in my dreams
burned into my tears.

but i am certain,

when you lie in bed
you never think about me,
you unfailingly dream of her
of touching her
of loving her

the way i wish you would still love me
if it weren't for my transgressions.
Written by
angele  16/F
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